. Overheard in a garden. DESDEMONA Dear Mr. Author, I make boldTo send you greeting, as an oldAdmirer from beyond the love your book! (I ordered Six!)Will you believe me when I writeYour verses saved my life this night ?T was thus (but first I ought to say,In Hades we enact each day98 Lifes Tragedy, as in a Play That has no ending) : well, to-day, When we came to the final act, I introduced with cunning tact Some extracts from your charming Book. I wish you d seen Othellos look Grow soft — and when he came to do The Deed — lo, he forgot his Cue, Ending the scene, oh, bliss of blisses. B
. Overheard in a garden. DESDEMONA Dear Mr. Author, I make boldTo send you greeting, as an oldAdmirer from beyond the love your book! (I ordered Six!)Will you believe me when I writeYour verses saved my life this night ?T was thus (but first I ought to say,In Hades we enact each day98 Lifes Tragedy, as in a Play That has no ending) : well, to-day, When we came to the final act, I introduced with cunning tact Some extracts from your charming Book. I wish you d seen Othellos look Grow soft — and when he came to do The Deed — lo, he forgot his Cue, Ending the scene, oh, bliss of blisses. By smothering me instead with kisses! 99. EVE 0 DEAR! I cannot choose but writeTo tell you of the Pure DelightYour Little Book has given reading it I seem to beTransported in your Fancys train,To my own Garden once me ! whenever I recallThat Fatal Morning of the Fall,100 Of One Thing quite convinced I am; Had I that day, as Old Khayyam, A Book of Verses ^neath the Bough, I d be in Paradise een now. With your Sweet Book to entertain. The Serpent might have talked in vain; For is not Curiosity The naughty Daughter of Ennui? Yet, but for my bite into the Unknown,Meseems your Garden never could have grown. 101
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